Shaking his head, the Pig Demon finished reciting the words with a sigh, even savoring them a little. Just what sort of magnificent figure could say something like that?
That single sentence sketched a figure in the Pig Demon's mind, shrouded entirely in black robes, with a giant golden dragon coiling around him, his whole being suffused with nobility and mystery.
Though the other party was only a half-demon, possessing such bearing was enough to earn the admiration of the Pig Demon, an orthodox Demon Cultivator.
Ouyang and Hu Tutu in his arms both wore strange expressions. Why did those words sound so familiar?
The little fox reached out a paw and tugged at Ouyang's clothes, whispering, "Eldest Senior Brother, why does that sound so much like what Senior Brother Bai says all day, standing in a tree and shaking his head?"
Ouyang looked down with a strange expression and said, "Tutu, over the next few days, you'll meet someone you'd never expect!"
Upon hearing those words, the image of a young man had surfaced in Ouyang's mind.
Xiao Feng!
That brat actually came all the way to the Demon Race Sacred Grounds to become the Dragon King?
Tsk, tsk, tsk. Who would've thought that brat could get so far? He'd only left the sect a few years ago, and he was already making such a name for himself?
"Someone I'd never expect?" The little fox looked at Ouyang in equal bewilderment. How could she meet someone she couldn't even think of?
Hu Tutu still didn't understand what Ouyang meant, but the Pig Demon beside them said excitedly, "Boss, this Dragon King usually shows his tail but never his head. However, every three days, he cultivates in the Blood Lake and stirs up towering, terrifying waves in the Blood Pool.